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- Posted: Mon, 21 Jan 2013 22:15:30 +0000
♌ Not two blocks out and he already missed his mangy fur ball of a mutt. He really did love Mav, but his home spaced just wasn't what a dog that size needed. Mav needed a lot of running space and attention. Cade couldn't give him that so he relied on his poor workers to do it. Which really, they could say no. It wasn't like he could fire them for refusing. He could make their lives much harder if he really wanted to but that would mean more work and more effort. H was content to make them run small errands and walk his dog for him. Oh, and the verbal harassment. That was always and added bonus. At least Mikey had stopped correcting him and had accepted that in Cadence's eyes he would always be a Mikey. No reason, he just liked seeing the kid all flustered. He snorted unceremoniously. Mikey wasn't a kid He was, after all, just over two months younger than himself. The walk home wasn't short, but neither was it enjoyable. He hated walking in any fashion if it meant sweating. And a suit jacket over a thick silver button up with white cotton undershirt would make most people sweat. He scowled to himself, unfortunately scaring away a cheerful gaggle of school girls. "Unfortunate." He did however, eventually make his way to his residence called home and into the room he claimed as his lair. It was clean, except for the paint and glaze and clay littering nearly ever tarnished surface.
♌ As soon as he walked in though, he was reminded of just why he was putting up with where he was for now. Several still life's and portraits littered his walls. Paintings of every day people in their every day life. Abstract clay forms dancing away another night of empty tummies and full crying eyes. He sighed as he stripped down, tossing his silver shirt into a box of other ruined dress shirts. He would use it to paint or something. A quick changed and another serving of shrimp ramen and he was ready to go back to work. At least until it got dark and the Johns and Janes were out. He was tempted to skip out on his nightly routine, but yesterday night had been very slow and unrewarding and he needed so much a month to put into his savings. He wanted to pay for his gallery in full, not be burden by debt. And besides, he was considering getting some cheap frozen dinners for a chance if he made enough to night to earn some pocket change. Sure, he was a manager at a cafe. But all that money went to bills and taking care of his wonderful companions. He glanced down at his pale blue tee and his khaki shorts. No one ever saw him in his office anyways. Before he left though, he grabbed a large canvas and wrapped it up carefully to take back with him. All of the art in the cafe was his- something he had done slyly and slowly over the last five or so years.
♌ He mostly just said someone donated it and handed it off to be placed in the store. But this one was different. It was a grey scale piece, of Mikey working at the bar. Several of the other bees were buzzing around, but Mikey was the only one with a clear distinction. Cadence had thought his smiled looked just right and so he had painted it. Much of the back ground was barely blurred, putting the sole focus on the profiling of the kid making coffee with tired eyes but a pleased grin. What he had been grinning about, Cadence would never know. Didn't really care either. He just hoped the kid would take this piece the wrong way. The walk back was significantly longer, but the weather and his outfit made it more relaxing than the walk home had been. He was trapped in thoughts and designed, and he was sort of startled when he reached the shop. He put on a bored face as he walked in, glancing around for Mikey.
♌ "Mikey. Hang this wherever. Owner says it is not for sell. Any of the others are, same deal with the proceeds. Whoever sells it gets fifteen percent and I send the rest to the owner."
♌ It was sleazy and underhanded, but if it put his work out there, well, he wasn't walking the high road anyways.
♌ He was bouncy for some reason. Today just seemed... funny. Like something was going to happen but he couldn't decided it it was going to be good or not. He whistled once, then twice, watching as Maverick bounded towards him. He bent down on his knees, ruffling the pup's fur, and letting his lips turn up just a fraction as Dutch scampered out of his pants pocket to play with mavericks leash. It was such a pretty day he decided to let them both roam the city a while on their own. It wasn't the first time he had done it but they always found their way back here- or when he was out at night, they went home where the landlord let them into his rooms and left a one hundred dollar bill for him to pay later. He glanced up and sighed. He glanced at his workers with an irritated sigh.
♌ "Do not bother me unless you're buying me lunch or someone is dead. Not dying, dead. Do so and you're be out of a job."
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✄Yeah you bleed just to know your alive
xoxo ☪ and I dont want the world to see me cause I dont think that they'd understand
xoxoxoxxo ❅ when everythings made to be broken i just want you to know who I am
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